Flabby Franziska [fWG, XWG, Slob] REPOST

It was as clear as any life altering memory could be. Franziska von Karma was going over some trial cases in her law office when she overheard the advertisement on the radio that literally sealed her fate. It was a small snippet for a new weight loss supplement called "Gordi-go" the fat zapping drug was supposed to eliminate all fat cells from the body and allow the user to come out as an attractive figure akin to a mythological god or goddess. Normally, the blue haired German wouldn't have thought much of the ad but something was nagging her in the back of her mind to do so. Fran got up as inspected herself in the mirror she kept in her office. While she was not obese by any standards, she had noticed her feminine figure losing its graces as her hips were on the chunky side and her waist felt pudgy.

    "Hmmm…I guess it was foolish of me to indulge in all of those fast food burgers during heavy traffic here at the office." Fran thought to herself as she examined her body some more. "I guess there is no harm in trying a new drug to help with my weight loss. Besides, so long as I follow the regiment and doctors orders, it should be relatively safe." This was Fran's first mistake that would change her life forever.

    When she got to the clinic the next day to ask for the supplement, she found a surprise in that it was actually not released to the public. In fact, what Fran did not hear was that the drug was in a beta stage and it was still being developed and no one had tested it for its results. However, the doctors that were researching the drug saw a glisten of hope in Fran standing there. After some talking and some legal jargon thrown about by the lawyer, an agreement was reached between the two. Fran would receive a month's supply of the drug and take one a day with meals and would report back every week to ensure the drug was doing its job. Furthermore, Fran would receive an extra month for free just for signing up. It seemed like a win-win for everyone since Fran got free supplements and the doctors were able to find a test subject within the first twenty four hours.

    The first day seemed promising enough as Fran ate her breakfast at home, a small portion of oatmeal with an apple and some coffee and then the small orange pill that went with it. That day continued on as it normally would as Fran went to work, whipped some clientele, and argued several cases in court. However, the odd part was that she felt a ravenous hunger welling up inside of her as the hours progressed from six in the morning to one in the afternoon. The simple assumption was that the diet pill, mixed with a small breakfast and a day of busy work had caused this effect of her having a massive hunger. Walking through the mall for lunch, the heavy aromas of the food court taunted her as she tried to make her way to the salad bar. Alas, some sort of primal instinct took over as she diverted from her initial course to Taco Bell, Burger King, and Sbarro's pizza and ordered a plethora of food that would rival most people that entered eating contests. Finding a corner to herself, Fran began at once to glut herself on the greasy and slobby foods as if she hadn't eaten in a fortnight.

    As Fran was the spectacle of nearly everyone in the food court, a feeling was washing over her body that she really had never felt before. It wasn't an orgaism as it was just a feeling of pure bliss, as if there was no worry in the world except for food. The best way to describe it was if she was at an island resort and was being given a deep tissue massage that made her less of a sour puss and more of a carpe diem girl. Unfortunately, the feeling didn't last for much longer since by the time she was licking the burger wrappers clean of their contents, the feeling went away as quickly as it came. Fran didn't have time to really figure out what was going on as she remembered she had to file a deposition by that afternoon. Rushing back to the office, she picked up a dozen donuts and worked madly until the late evening. As she made her way back to her apartment, Fran stopped by a Chinese place and ordered heaping piles of rice, chicken, and wantons as she made wrapped up in her newly snug pajamas and dug in to the wealth of food, not stopping to notice how her waistline was digging into her pants or how rounder her breasts seemed.

    In fact, this was a reoccurring pattern that continued all throughout the week. Fran would start the morning with a small to moderate sized breakfast with the weight loss supplement and each time a meal came about, she got a massive pile of food to gorge all the while feeling a blissful ecstasy while making a pig of herself. And when the feeling was gone and the food had all been vacuumed into her gullet, all Fran could do was blush as she tried to rationalize why she was eating so much. It didn't do her any better as each night passed that she had to undo one more button on her night shirt. This was all too bizarre and some questions needed to be answered.

    The day that Fran was supposed to go back to the clinic to get some questions answered was a day that an untimely murder took place and she was asked to be the attorney for the people in the case. She called in to inform them of the cancellation, despite the fact they urged her to come in at once due to the fact that the data would be skewed when she were to wait two weeks before checking in with her doctors. Fran, as her stubborn self always permitted, did not heed the suggestions of the two men who pleaded for her to come in to get checked on. Alas, she would not budge from her stance as she hung up. So Fran went on with another week without seeing the recommended doctors and had taken a total of fourteen supplements, and an extra few here and there since her growing bulk had not been receding as she had hoped. When she finally got to the doctors the next Saturday, they were in awe to see their former patient in a hefty 300 lbs, huffing with a red face as her gut was poking out of her dress, all of her clothes straining against her bulk.

    "Please…help…" Was all Fran could mutter as the doctors examined her thoroughly and came to a somber, yet frightening conclusion. The supplement they had told her to take was actually doing the opposite of what it was supposed to do. In that it was releasing signals to her fat cells that made them more absorbent and dependent on unsaturated fats to keep her body in a status quo. Furthermore, it appeared that the drug had released endorphins every time she ate, which explained her bouts of blissful joy that rivaled sex each time she gulped down a dollop of cream cheese. Fran was alarmed as any sensible person would when they heard the news that the pleasure receptors in her brain were lighting up like a Christmas tree any time she fed herself. When asked if the effects could be reversed, the doctors broke it down as best as they could: no. A poor choice of words to be so blunt, but they informed her that the effects could no be undone and since had ingested so much of the drug in a two week period; her body would continue to grow exponentially with no near signs of stopping. As Fran waddled down the street and sat at the empty booth in the Waffle House, she decided to do what any sensible person would do in her crumbling heels: she sued the bastards.

    Unlike the previous cases that were brought under the Personal Responsibility of Food Consumption Act (also known as the Cheeseburger Bill which did make Fran's mouth water), her case was actually strong. Her argument was that the drug company allowed her to beta test a drug that did the opposite of what it promised and led to a dramatic change in her daily life. While the doctors did point out that the agreement said that she was to come in for weekly testing, they also admitted that they oversaw simple problems when the first batches were made in order to get them on shelves faster to beat out the competition in the weight loss drug market. After a few short days at court, and thanks to the legal know-how of Franziska, the case was settled in her favor as she got a hefty settlement from the medicinal company that would go to pay for a new apartment for a person who would continue to rapidly gain weight, not to mention food supplies. There was also the added health benefits that Fran would receive and personal care should she ever need it.

    That was of course was nearly a year ago as time fast forwarded to the next year as the sunlight hit Fran's rounder face. Her faced cringes slightly as a massive ham of an arm emerged from the sheets of the bed in a vain attempt to draw the blinds closed. Vain was an understatement as he could barely lift the ham hocks of her arms high enough to block out the sunlight flooding into her room. However, it was another sign to start another dreadful day as she huffed and panted as the sheets were thrown off of her mammoth body. The bed sank and groaned as the weight shifted from its center to the edge as Fran reluctantly started a new day. The massive gut that she now possessed was a doughy blob of a stomach as it lapped over her knees. Speaking of which, her thighs were as large as her arms, which honed a circumference of nearly 18 inches. Thick and jiggly, they bulged over her knees and elbows awkwardly. The most specifying part of her body were her illustrious hips and ass, which was nearing eight feet long as they surpassed the width of her stomach, pockets of cellulite and fat here and there as she sat naked on the edge of her bed. With a heave, she attempted to put on her little slippers over what she assumed were her feet. Instead, she slipped and landed back on the bed in a jiggling mass. She huffed and heaved and tried to make a second attempt to get on her doughy feet.  

    This one was successful as Fran laboriously got out of bed and managed to get to her wardrobe which essentially contained the same set of clothes. A massive shirt with no sleeves and just two strings to keep it on her torso and a pair of sweat pants that barely fit. The shirt, in essence was just a bra to keep her massive K cups in check and the same with the pants, although they were more like Capri's that actually fitting pants. Fran looked at herself in the mirror and cursed her luxurious situation as she waddled to the kitchen, her hips nearly getting stuck in the door frame as she made her way through her apartment. With the changes to her body came the change of a new living venue, which was a fancy loft that accommodated someone of her size. Although as many times as she had been advised, Franziska still chose to live alone since she couldn't bear the thought of anyone else seeing her in this state. Fran shuffled to the kitchen as she began the strenuous task of making herself breakfast.

    As her girth increased day by day, so did her appetite, as was to be expected. The breakfast in question today comprised of two dozen eggs cooked over easy, sunny side up, a few dozen strips of bacon, sausages, beans, toast, the whole barrage of breakfast items were a part of her palette today. This was the usual regiment that Fran committed herself to. Since it was hopeless to lose the weight, she figured that she might as well go down the rabbit hole for as long as she could. And that usually meant a large meal to start her day and end it, and with a bit of the little pleasure pill that she snuck in from time to time. As much as Fran hated to admit it, the pleasure she felt was something she was addicted to as if she were a common junkie.

    Fran looked before her at the intimidating breakfast. To a thinner person, to east all of this would have made them violently ill and probably wouldn't hold up past the greasy eggs. Lucky for Fran she had become a human garbage disposal of sorts as she tucked in for the hour long feast that comprised most of her morning. It was a quiet symphony of guzzles, gulps, and the sound of Fran's jaw going into automatic as she chewed up anything that was on a fork. Finishing it all off with a nice jug of orange juice, she sighed contently as her brief stint of ecstasy was now gone as her shattered life brought her back down to Earth and reminded her of what the reality was. Fran did her best to clean up after herself but it was admittingly becoming harder with each passing day. The hefty bulk of her body was getting sweaty and hard to clean, not to mention it was a pain to get things around the house cleaned and sorted up. Fran knew in the back of her mind that she would have to call in that maid service soon, but to let someone see her in this state was too much to think about.

    Fran immediately got to work to try and rid herself of the thought of having some Japanese school girl maids come in to make remarks about her. Surprised as some were in the legal field, Franziska von Karma was not going to let the addition of 900 pounds of fat ruin her reputation for being one of the damn best attorney's in the state. Of course she had to pull a ton of strings to allow her to give legal council in a court room over the phone, these were hearings that could be done with a selective few and not be a spectacle as they usually were when she combated Phoenix Wright in the court rooms. She had a trusted aide from her legal office bring her the documents every day so long as he would swear not to tell others of her condition and not to be around near meal times. As odd as it all sounds, it actually worked pretty well. The aide was able to consult with her legal matters and was her representative for new clients and the hearings were still won in her favor. Despite not being able to fling a whip about and be intimidating, her wit and intelligence also proved to be a valuable ally.

    But that day was different since it was the day that changed the next year of her life in a direction that she had been dreading since they told her of her condition. It was around 2 in the afternoon, after her aide had left for the day, she was in her living room going over the evidence and testimonies of a new client when something hit her. Not physically of course, but it was more of a feeling of being unclean. As she reflected on it Fran remembered that she had opted not to take a shower the previous day due to a busy schedule and a tinge of laziness on her part. It wasn't the most enjoyable chore since she could barely shower herself but it was a laborious job that did take up a lot of time. Pushing it out of her mind, she carried on with her work.

    However it was a thought that a perfectionist such as Fran would not let go of. Looking over litigation with the proverbial stench in the air of being unclean bothered her more or less. Especially being brought up in a prestigious household where personal hygiene was one of the top things to have along with intelligence and such. Reluctantly, Fran put her paperwork down and began the process of heaving herself up to get to the bathroom.
It took a few times, as it usually does, since her wide ass takes up the entire space which causes her to be wedged in there snuggly. After a few tries, she finally got up and waddled as quickly as she could to the bathroom, which meant she had to go through her bedroom first. Let it be known that women at that size were not made to run as her knees nearly buckled a few times from the tremendous weight bouncing up and down. That would not be the main problem as the first door she encountered she went too quickly through. As a result, the wide hips that some would kill to own caused her to be stuck tight in the door frame, Fran pushing on the wall to try and unjam herself from this precarious spot.

    Fate was definitely not on her side that day as a few pushes and an extra amount of sweat acting as lubricant allowed Fran to slide out of the door. The downside was that her extra extra large sweat pants got caught on a loose nail as they ripped off, leaving her utterly exposed privates and jiggling ass as she had need to worry about being naked in front of no one. The second door into the luxurious and spacious bathroom was not a problem this time around. What was a problem was the linoleum floor that any person could easily slip on if they are not paying attention. And now was one of those times as Fran side stepped to make her way to the shower. With a quick turn and not paying attention to her surroundings, Fran found herself slipping on the floor and spinning as her body was falling like a piece of Brazilwood. Bracing for impact, Fran fruitlessly made an attempt to grab onto a railing or the counter to stop herself. This was not the case as her massive ass took the main force of the blow, the rest of her body jiggling and falling into place.

    Franziska von Karma was not a woman who had ever cried in her life…okay, she cried once in front of her adopted younger brother, but that was under different circumstances than having your whole world torn apart by a stupid pill. She wept on the bathroom floor by herself for several minutes as she felt the crushing blow of defeat as her fat was spread over the floor. Not trusting anyone else to see her like this, she called her aide from a phone she kept in the bathroom for emergencies similar to this; well worst case scenario was a head injury, but it was helpful in case she ever fell and couldn't get up. He returned within minutes of calling and found her in a sobby mess. A normal person wouldn't have known how to handle this affair, but Fran was thankful that he dealt with it calmly. He hefted her bulk up as they had to precariously walk through the lake of her own crap as he placed her in the extra wide bathtub on a shower seat as she continued to sniffle. The occasional "It's okay" left his lips as he tried to get her to calm down as he turned on the shower to get Fran nice and clean, asking Fran permission to clean certain parts of her body that she reluctantly said yes to.

    Fran waited for him to finish cleaning, which took up a hefty forty-five minutes, before he escorted her out of the bathtub and into her room to get her a fresh pair of clothes and a towel. She knew what conversation was about to happen as soon as she was done getting changed. Sure enough, her aide brought to her attention that she would need a live-in caretaker to assist her daily to ensure that this wouldn't happen again. He begged her, arguing that he did not want to come in one day and find her with a broken leg or unconscious in bed. Fran could see that he did care for her and finally agreed, giving a soft sigh as she embraced him into her doughy body.

    The next day, she placed a call to the medical company that had caused this debacle in the first place. She requested only one live-in assistant as she wanted to test to see how it would play out, that and she wasn't entirely needy but would require simple things like food shopping, assistance with bathing, things like that. Fran waited as they told her that they would get someone to her by the end of the day. The doorbell rung at 4 pm and Fran waddled to the door to answer it. Much to her shock and anger, the person in the doorway was the svelte and limber Maya Fey.

    Calling the company back to rant about how a fool like Maya couldn't be her caretaker, the company pointed out that she was in fact a licensed nurse (something that Fran missed as she was a hermit for the past year), and was more than qualified to take care of her. Furthermore, as records indicated, Maya knew Fran and that would supposedly make things easier for Fran to cope with a not-so-stranger living in her house. As the receiver was slammed onto the phone, Fran already found Maya messing around her home as she compared Fran's size to her own.

    "Wow Frannie, when they said you blew up like a blueberry girl, I didn't think they were serious." Fran growled as a sly smile came across her face.

    "Well fool, you're just in time for my evening bath." Maya didn't really know the full details of the job other than assist Franziska with whatever chores and errands she could not do herself. But, thanks to Fran's quick thinking, she wanted to ensure that Maya's first day on the job was a miserable one. The first task was, of course, giving Fran a sponge bath. Maya's expression was that of disgust as she had to get into every crevice and fold of Fran's mammoth body. Fran did everything she could to make it miserable, including smothering Maya's face into her breasts for a good laugh. Maya felt as if she were Princess Leia in the final Star Wars movie and Fran was Jabba the Hutt, ensuring her slave was in good shape and miserable.

    The first day continued as such as Fran demanded more out of Maya than she would have if she was given a simple live-in resident. Fran demanded the girl run about and fetch her things that Fran herself could have easily gotten herself; one instance was the television remoter which was a few inches from Fran's sausage like fingers. Fran also spilt various things on the floor in the kitchen as she made dinner. This was deliberate of course as Fran wanted to keep Maya on her toes. As much as she hated to admit it, Fran saw how determined Maya was to do her job to the best of her ability. Although Fran did wonder where Maya got that adorable maid outfit.

    As much as Fran tried her hardest to evict Maya from her life, Maya proved to be a tough cookie to crack. Apparently, being the daughter of a world renowned psychic medium and the secretary/eye candy of a defense attorney did not pay as well as a live-in assistant so the monetary value for sticking to the job was present. Another factor Fran had hoped to avoid, but ultimately failed with, was that Maya was enjoying making fun of Fran's predicament. Any time that Maya was allowed to do something to annoy Fran; she did so with the upmost of pleasure.

    "Geez Fran, you're less scary with that whip of yours. It's a good thing I can do things like this to a naughty piggy!" Maya said, giving Fran's bottom a good couple of thwacks in playful gesture. They weren't full on spanks, but it did irritate the German prosecutor. Other times, Maya would play 'This Little Piggy' on Fran's fat toes and all she could do was laugh against her will as Maya had her way with her. She still had to be respectful of Fran's orders, but after some time, Maya was able to cope with the bad parts as the fringe benefits were too good to refuse.

    Even though life became easier for Fran after hiring on Maya, she did find it to be a double edged sword in the end. More of Maya around meant less of Fran relying on herself to do things around the house. While cooking massive meals and sitting on the couch all day were not beneficial to her health, Fran was still able to burn calories by leaving things purposely out of place or farther away so that she may burn a few calories here and there to keep her weight from tipping over into a full blown ton. This of course changed when Maya came onto the scene. Any time Fran would question where she put something, albeit rhetorical, Maya would produce said object in a matter of seconds. This did lead to a decrease in activity for Fran other than waddling from bed to the living room and that is where she spent most of the day with the occasional trip to the bathroom.

    The sedentary lifestyle that Fran had prescribed too ended up being a nightmare in so many ways. As we look to the present, we see the feared and revered Franziska von Karma in the year 2010 reduced to a near inhumane blob of fat and sweat. The more Fran grew, the more maids and live-in assistants grew (all female of course). And with the more people around to provide help, Fran found herself in a gluttonous and slightly hedonist phase where she had people at her beckon call to do whatever she asked.

    The figure of Fran now was literally an over blown caricature of what her body looked like two years ago. Her once trim stomach was now a bloated mess of fat, grease, and sweat as it hung off of her body and oozed forward over the years like a blob. Nearly the size of an extra wide mattress, her dimpled belly button lay at the bottom of this mess of bodily proportions. The next impressive attribute, and some would kill for these, were her gigantic breasts that jiggled and sagged a bit, cumbersome and loaded with fat and milk. They weren't the size of the atypical anime girl, but they were nearly as big as two loaded watermelon, full on M cups. But by far, the most amazing part of her body was her rear end and hips. Stretching over ten feet wide and almost as tall as she was, her ass was masterpiece to her years of gluttony, indulgence, and pleasure she got from simply eating. Of course, with two spheres of pure fat, it was much harder to go leave the bedroom now that it had been when she could barely fit through the door. That is where the new Maya comes in.

    "Rise and shine piggy, today is another day of eating!" Maya giggled as she burst through the door, a huge smile on her much rounder face. As a result of hanging around Fran all the time, her figure had been ruined. Going from a slender beauty, she had now grown a gut that was constantly swollen and bounced, nearly touching her knees as it shook like a bowlful of jello. Her thicker thighs had made wearing knee high stocking a royal pain and her doughy upper arms could barely fit into the maid outfit she wore every day when she attended to Fran. Fran still smirked behind her puffed up cheeks that Maya was a symbol of the progress Fran had gone through to reach a metric ton.

    "I told you to stop calling me a pig you fool. Don't you think I can't have you fired for insulting the person you are tending too?" Fran asked as Maya giggled, waving her finger.

    "Well, Flabziska, if you wanted to fire me, you would have done so a year ago, now wouldn't you?" Maya skipped around her bloated boss. Another maid wheeled in a breakfast cart as Maya made more jokes about Fran's sized while the server gave Fran her meal. Fran could tell from the seven other maids she had hired on that none of them enjoyed the chipper and somewhat arrogant and rude attitude Maya possessed towards Fran. As much as a cold hearted bitch Fran could be, especially towards the help staff, she did have a heart of gold there. Giving bonuses to maids on really bad days or giving time off when they had gone above and beyond the line of duty. Fran could only smile as she tore into her massive cinnamon roll plate as Maya left the room.

    Fran was happy yet annoyed. Of course no one would want to be in a position as such, but she felt some sort of contentment. Granted she had run out of her supply of the dietary pills a while ago, she felt a tinge of pleasure from just being in this state. It was a forced pleasure, but never before had she felt so relaxed. That was the annoyance.

    The joy came from a plan Fran had concocted with the maids one night was Maya was out. Agreeing that her attitude was non-preferable, Fran insisted that as a Christmas gift to all that Maya be strapped down and fed a full Thanksgiving course made for thirty people. Granted, Maya would have enjoyed it, but everyone wanted to see if Maya actually did have an upper limit. Furthermore, as Fran finished up a rack of bacon that probably would have killed several pigs, she just remembered that at the bottom of her medicine basket, underneath her sink, she still had a second bottle full of the dietary pills. The same pills that causes Fran to blow up and would probably continue to make her more and more slobbish and gluttonous too. But, on the flip side, seeing Maya get dragged along with her down the same rabbit whole would be just as enjoyable. Merry Christmas, Fran thought as she dove into a delicious black pudding with more bacon. Merry Christmas indeed.